Promises Broken (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

HARRY

I’d expected Brooklyn to say I love you then hang up, but instead she just hung up. I really hoped she would be okay, I couldn’t begin to imagine how she felt. The plane ride was nothing special, Niall and Zayn played some xbox game and the rest of the lads were asleep. I laid down on the airplane seat and tried to sleep but my mind was cluttered with thoughts. “Liam, mate, are you still awake?” I walked over to Liams corner and nudged him on the shoulder.

“What the hell do you want Harry,” Liam replied. I knew that if I woke him up he would be pissed but I had a question and I really needed his advice.

“I need advice, it’s important too ‘cause you can’t talk to anyone in management about it, okay?” I told him, I really trusted him to keep this a secret.

Liam rubbed his eyes, taking an interest into the conversation we were about to have. “Okay… What is it?”

“You know how I’m not allowed to be seen with Brooklyn until the tour ends? Well, what Brooklyn called me about was that her flat was broken into and most of her stuff broke and she can’t replace them because she doesn’t have enough money. I obviously can’t see her cause of management, but do you think I could secretly move her into my flat in London? I know it’s a big move, but-” I rambled on before Liam could stop me.

“Woah woah woah, Harry you already want her to move in? I mean, yeah, that’s a nice thing to do for her but you’d get in a load of shit for it. And do you think she would really want to move to London, she wouldn’t know anyone. Plus, she moved to New York a few months ago, I personally don’t think she would be ready for another big step in her life like that.”

“You’re right, it was a stupid idea anyway… Thanks Liam,” I muttered while walking slowly back to my corner. I sat back down and tried to get some shut-eye, but I kept thinking about that goddamn apartment.

BROOKLYN

“Hello?” I spoke into my phone, not bothering to open my eyes to see who was calling me.

“Brooklyn, it’s me.”

“Oh hey,” I said groggily. “How was your flight?”

“Umm it was alright. Did I wake you up?” Harry asked. I sat up to put my glasses on and check the time. Woah it was 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

“No, I should’ve gotten up a while ago. What’s up?”

“I want you to move into my flat in London.” I was silent for a few seconds, I was in shock. “Brooklyn? Are you still there?” He questioned.

“Y-Yeah I’m still here. Umm… wow Harry I don’t know. Can I skype you? This would be easier to talk face to face… well, as good as it gets.” I asked while I pulled out my laptop.

“Sure, let me turn on my laptop… I love you.” I clicked end call again and logged into my laptop. I typed in my passcode and everything for Skype and just waited for Harry to call me. A few seconds later he called and I pressed answer. “Hey babe,” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hi…” I looked at myself on the screen for a second then realized what I looked like. “Holy crap I look like shit.”

“You look fine, babe. So, erm, what do you think?”

“I don’t know Harry… I love you, a lot. It’s just, I just moved here a few months ago and I was already settled and I know the city pretty well. I want to, I just don’t know. But…” I sighed, “On the other hand, I could completely start over and I could forget about everything that’s happened. The only thing is, I don’t know anyone in London and I don’t want you to get in trouble with management.” That was a mouthful. I don’t know how I would feel about moving to an entirely new city for the second time in a year. I sighed again and looked up to see Harry wasn’t on the computer screen, it was Zayn. I chuckled and wiped the tear streaks from my face. “Hey…”

“Hi Brookie,” he smiled and waved at me. “Harry told me about everything that happened recently…”

“Zayn.” My voiced cracked, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Listen to me Brooklyn. I know everything has been hard right now and you don’t deserve anything that’s been happening to you. I have a suggestion and I’ve talked to management about it. They said you can come on tour with us for the rest of the American leg of the tour. The boys and I will pay for everything and you can’t say no. I think coming on tour can be good for you. Then I think after that you can decide if you want to move into Harry’s flat.”

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand then spoke, “How much longer do you have left of the American leg?”

“Well,” Zayn ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Today is our first day in Illinois but we can fly you out to Dallas and after that there will only be about two and a half weeks left and I think about nine of those days are days we have off.”

“I-I don’t know… I cannot let you guys go through all that trouble for me. Half the time I don’t even know why Harry has put up with me for this long.” I said truthfully.

“Listen to me Brooklyn. Harry loves you so much and the rest of the boys and I love you like a sister. You’re an amazing, kind-hearted person who doesn’t deserve all the shit in her life. But that shit that you’ve been through has made you into such a strong person. He’s not putting up with you. He loves you with all his heart and soul.”

I just looked at him in silence. I believed him, but I didn’t. “Fuck,” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Can you just bring Harry back please.” Without a word Zayn got up and Harry sat back in his place with a semi-angry expression on his face. “You heard everything, didn’t you?”

“Yeah I did. I don’t want you to feel that way Brooklyn. I love you so fucking much and no matter what it takes I am going to prove it to you. I think coming with us might be good for you. A tough transition but I think the outcome will be good. Just think about it.”

*sorry about not being active! i havent had time to write and i had a bad writers block. i hope you guys liked this chapter and i'll try to finish chapter 12 by next week!